T'was the week before Christmas

December 19, 2024 Katie

T'was the week before Christmas, when all through the office,
not a salesman was tired, not even the novice.
The telephones were ringing and answered with care,
as next-day delivery heaters, soon would be there.

The customers were nestled all snug in their homes,
whilst visions of heaters warmed their cold bones.
The Heater Shop website is so easy to use,
You can order so simply, with time for a snooze.

Then out on the mezzanine there arose such a clatter,
Jack in I.T went to see what was the matter.
It was Richard and Kelvin packing the van,
with heaters, towel rails and even a fan.

The warehouse were counting the end of year stock,
whilst Alex, Joe & Sophie were eating the chocs.
When Tasha in Admin suddenly jeered,
As Dean showed off his admirable beard.

The little old boss, so loud with a howl,
They knew at that moment it must be Chris Powell.
More rapid than eagles, his sales-force they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Tasha! Now Tracey!
And my Manager Joe!
On, Sophie! On, Alex!
And beardy Deano!
To the top of the stairs,
To the top of the wall!
Now sell away, sell away,
Sell away all!"

As dry leaves circle the wild warehouse floor,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the door.
So down to the car park the coursers they ran,
with the last of the heaters loaded into the van.

And then, in a twinkling at a customer's door,
With free next-day delivery, you couldn't ask for more.
Drawing their head and turning around,
through the front door the courier came with a bound.

He was dressed oh-so-smart, from his head to his feet,
and his clothes were all ironed and ready to greet.
A bundle of heaters he had delicately wrapped,
and he looked oh-so happy to open his pack.

His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the tash under his nose was as big as they grow.
The smile on his face went from ear to ear,
as he made a quick joke about the new year.
He had a round face and a rather big belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was rather obese, originally from Fife,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of 'the wife'.
A wink of his eye and a 'Nice to meet ya',
as I gratefully received my new electric heater.

He swiftly turned to his van with a skip,
and hoped on his way home - he might see St. Nick.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
picking it gently, to his van he then goes.

He wheelied out of the drive, with a big thumbs up,
and away he drove off to the great Heater Shop.
Then I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"